Let Me Burn

Do not be drawn to me.

You are not a moth

And I am not a flame.

 

Well ... I am not your flame.

I am my own flame.

 

I may be warm, but my warmth

Is for my nourishment.

 

I've tried sharing my warmth

More times than I can count.

But the flame always burns out

Leaving me in some cold, dank, empty place.

 

I may cast light, but my light

Is meant to brighten the crannies

Of the place where I live.

 

Whenever I let someone close,

They light their wick and go away.

Leaving my flame gasping for oxygen.

 

I am always left, a fetal mass in

Some cold, dark corner of

The place where I live.

 

So hold your distance please.

Take what warmth and light you can

From there, but come no closer.

 

Let me burn.

Reviews

[Tony]

Excellent.
The author paints a grim and likely 'inner person', who replaces the inner child, with predictable, and destructive results.
The indoctrination, is wondrous.
The initial immersion, liberty.
The realization of the abomination below the frustration of civilization;
Priceless.
And Lonely.

[Jaeda]

It's so lonely.